Walk in the Park

Why choose one flower over another?
Walk in the park on a summer afternoon,
see Friday's girl running the trail.
She's just out of biology class,
and the way she runs
is enough to set your heart pounding.
She's just out of biology class,
and you can feel she makes the wind blow.
I sit on a bench
and watch her till she turns the corner.

Why choose one flower over another?
Walk in the park on a summer afternoon,
where the girls go run after their summer classes
and the men sit on benches of wood.
See the man playing catch with his dog
while he tries not to wonder about his wife's test results.
The Jack Russell springs across the fields
and always gets the tennis ball back.
I sit on the bench
and watch the field of flowers singing.

Why choose a flower over another?
See the purple fields of little blooms,
see them swaying in the gentle breeze
like cornrows rippling in the wind.
Choose a flower.
Pick a flower.
How to know, and how to choose?
Barking dogs and women running.
I sit on my bench
until I dissolve in her vanishing breeze.

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